Memory, Art, and the Cornelia Street Cafe

Greenwich Village, NYC

It seems my theme of late has been “memory”.

Or, as Evelyn Waugh once wrote, with greater eloquence, in the middle of his best known novel:

“My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. These memories, which are my life—for we possess nothing certainly except the past—were always with me. Like the pigeons of St. …